Frost covered the trees as the wind made them sway,
And they danced in the snow fall, a bitter ballet.
The mournful wind howled, she thought she heard it say:
“Love only brings sorrow; start running away.”
The faint light made every single snow flake
Sparkle and shine like a jewelry display.
They argued, “walk this way”
“No, he loves you; please stay.”
He begged “Darling I love you, don’t walk away.
Please don’t walk away.”
But she knew in her heart that she could never stay.
She loved him, it was true, to her icy heart’s dismay,
And it implored her to leave, to start running away.
“Love only brings sorrow,” he heard her say,
And she turned in the snow and began walking away.
He said softly to the silence, “Only if you make it that way.”
He felt heavy with the words he wished he could say,
And the wind whispered sadly, “you knew she couldn't stay.”
The evening was beautiful in a bitter sort of way,
As the snow settled down and the frost-laden trees swayed.
But he swore, he saw nothing lovelier that day
Than his love in the snow, their hearts both so frayed.
As dusk set in, he could see her silhouette in the gray;
She was beautiful as ever even as she was walking away,
Even as the sad wind lifted her and blew her away.